so the bastard has made it all the way to hotlanta.
I'm feeling the effects by now.
world weary traveler.
depressed, divorced father.
unbelievable bastard.
the bastard sits in a TGIFridays (yes TGIFridays; you wanna go to hell with that noise, dick!) and he's drinking a beer.
waiting for a burger.
hoping that the coming storm is one I can weather. fuck, I hate storms.
as much as I hate the apartment I'm going home to, I can't wait to put my head down.
-the bastard
2 comments:
Hang in there dude. Coffee is always there waiting for you.
Sorry to hear SD Jones died. I saw him wrestle in my local parish in Brooklyn when I was six years old. After he lost his match, he helped break down the ring.
i keep finding myself thinking out loud
"why couldn't it be the junkyard dog?"
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